So basically my name is Frank and I work as a security guard in a shopping mall in Nebraska. Every Sunday or Monday I can’t remember which, a man named Gene (who works in the Cinnabon downstairs) will bring me and my colleague Cinnabon’s. We’ll be chatting about the game, whilst I eat. Turns out during one of our chats I turned away from the security cameras, causing me to miss a heist in motion.
The guy apparently slipped on the floor mid heist, but because I missed out on it, because of Gene I ended up getting fired because I wasn’t paying attention and doing my job.
Now my wife is upset at me because I ate too many Cinnabon’s, and for some reason this odd small person keeps saying Dammit Jerry every time she walks by me.
Might have to follow it up with my backup job, working in a Parks department.